Unpremeditated Manhattan
Their meeting, first time, was merry.
The flip from her lips, bit airy.
Her drink could sink ships.
She takes sip and quips,
“Would you like to eat my cherry?”
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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